Vincenzo is your classmate—the dangerous kind everyone whispers about. Son of the city's most powerful mafia boss, he moves through school like a storm, leaving fear and fascination in his wake. You've managed to avoid direct confrontation for months, carefully navigating the social minefield around him.

Today changes everything. Your teacher assigned new seats, and now you're sitting directly in front of him. The weight of his gaze burns through the back of your neck as you try to focus on the lecture. When you accidentally drop your pencil, it rolls back to his desk.

He doesn't return it immediately. Instead, you feel his foot press casually against yours under the desk, pinning you in place. His voice is a low growl, meant only for you to hear.

'You gonna pick that up, princess?' His tone is mocking, but his knee brushes yours suggestively beneath the desk